"An'an, a boy from Class 8 outside asked you to borrow an English book." A boy in the class shouted at An'an.

"Who?" An'an looked up.

"Who else do you say?" The boy crooked his mouth and smiled.

"What book?" It's that "ill-intentioned" laugh, and An'an can actually understand it. Intuition was such an amazing thing that she couldn't think of a second name other than regeneration.

"English Book 1!"

An An subconsciously looked up at the window, and sure enough, he was standing there again, and he smiled at her, so An An also smiled, revealing two shallow tear sockets.

"How can I have it, I still need to borrow it myself." Anan said to the boy. I couldn't help but think in my heart, even though I knew that I didn't come to find me happy.

So the boy asked the girl at the front table of An'an, "Lend me an English book!" ”

"What are the volumes?"

"The first volume, anyway, we have already reviewed the first volume, is it okay to borrow it for a few days?"

The girl handed him the book.

"Shouldn't you be excited about whether it's good to borrow again?" The boy teased the girl.

"Why should I get excited?" The girl's tone was unusually cold.

"He's good friends with the person you like!" Boys don't give up.

"Shut up!"

The boy saw that the girl's face had changed color, so he turned and walked out of the classroom, handing the book to Regeneration. But the eyes kept looking at the girl.

Although Zai is holding the corner of the book in his right hand, he actually wants to hold the book to his chest like a girl, and although he cherishes it, he can't make such a feminine action.

He was still proud that he had come up with such a good idea, but he was too stupid to know that the transfer students didn't have their previous textbooks.

But none of that seemed to matter anymore, what made him happy was this simple English book.

With his temper in the past, forgetting to bring his previous textbooks to school is not a big deal, and it is a big deal to read a book with his tablemates, so he is too lazy to borrow books. Besides, if he really wants to borrow it, there are many people who can help him borrow books, and he can't do it in person at all. He did it all out of the need to find an opportunity to reach out to An'an.

In that English class, he was more than usual to listen, but the English teacher felt that he was serious and obsessed with the English textbook, so he didn't care whether he was listening to the class or not.

He flipped through the English book page by page, not reading but reading her handwriting word by word, if the book had an expression, he would definitely spit on his face now, and he was going to spit on others.

He was looking at a note he thought was written by An'an, and he was fascinated by it, as if every word would bring him closer to her. These delicate handwritings, like flowing notes, flowed into his heart and turned into silent joy.

Until he saw a certain page in the book, there were three words written on it, "Su Jingyi", his head banged, and the blood went straight from his heart to his brain, as if it was about to explode, he felt dizzy, he must have read it wrong. He rubbed his eyes, looked at them again, and froze in front of those three words, as if it was a spell to calm the soul, making him unable to move.

Su Jingyi, what Su Jingyi, is it the Su Jingyi he knows? How did she know him, didn't she just transfer school for a long time? Could it be that they knew each other before, could it be that they used to be classmates in elementary school, could it be that she came back for Su Jingyi? There were so many inexplicable and strange ideas that were churning in his head.

But why did Su Jingyi never talk about it? Did someone else write it in her notebook? But this handwriting, like any other handwriting, came from the same person!

Could it be that this book is not Anshore's? Yes, it's not hers, it's better not hers, or someone else wrote it on purpose. His thoughts were so full of numbness that he was almost out of breath.

He was a little devastated at the thought of himself standing in the doorway of the classroom. He obviously told the boy that he would help him borrow it from An An, and he also saw that when he walked in, he went directly to An An, and An An looked up and smiled at himself, so he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The only thing he thinks about is to get out of class quickly, he wants to know the truth of the matter, he wants to know the answer, he is like an ant on a hot pot, he can't sit still at all.

The bell for the end of class was like a lifesaver, and he was about to shoot out of the string like an arrow on a full bow, but the naughty English teacher spoke, "All sit in my seat, did I say that class is over?" ”

There was a pot of boiling water just now, and it was immediately silent. After cooling for a while, she simply said, "Class!" Perhaps as a teacher, she has such a sense of accomplishment, sometimes her orders are more effective than holy decrees, watching her classmates jump up and down to sit still in their positions with expressionless faces, like a conductor holding a baton in his hand, letting those smart notes retract freely.

Reborn looked bitter and hateful, and appeared at the door of An'an's class again in a hurry, and called the boy out again.

"I'll give back the book!" Even though he was in a hurry, he still had to pretend to be indifferent.

"Is this an An's book?" Rebirth seems to be making a final struggle, just like a person on the execution ground, even if he knows that he will eventually die, he still can't help but hold the last trace of fantasy that there will be a miracle, such as someone coming up with new evidence to prove his innocence and acquittal.

Before the boy could react, the girl had already stood in front of them, snatched the book from her hand, turned around and ran back to the classroom, returned to her seat and began to flip through the book desperately, until she found the page that said "Su Jingyi", so she smeared it white with correction fluid. While regretting in his heart that he was too careless, if he was seen by the regeneration, it would be too embarrassing to spread it to Su Jingyi's ears again!

Reborn looked at the girl through the classroom window, confused, and asked, "What's the situation?" ”

"It's her book!" The boy replied.

Breathe a sigh of relief for regrowth.

"It's not that she won't help you borrow books from An'an, she doesn't have our textbooks for the first year of junior high school!" The boy explained.

Only then did it dawn on him, and his clenched fists trembled slightly, as if he was celebrating something.

A moment of origin, a moment of extinction, one thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

Life is at these big and small points, and in a moment of thought, the story turns a new page.

Regeneration didn't blame the boy for borrowing the wrong book for him, he was full of gratitude, it was the joy of losing and regaining.

He was glad that this was not An An's English book, he was glad that it was not An An's handwriting, and he was glad that it was not Su Jingyi.